If you have read my other stories, then you should know a little bit more about me. This should be a pretty short story, since I don't remember much about what I did that day. I only remember a few things and what I was doing within the 20 minutes of my encounter.
I remember I was 11 years old and it was summer. It was about midnight and my father and I were the only ones home. Everyone else was out. I believe it was the weekend, and I was up late watching television in my sister's room. I was lying in her bed facing the television when all of the sudden I felt that I needed to look to the door.
I stared at the doorway into the hall. I didn't see anything, then as I was about to turn to face the television, I saw a small man walk by the door. He was about 5 feet tall and he was overweight. He was bald on the top of his head and he had a disgusted look on his face. He walked past my sister's bedroom and into the bathroom.
I was so afraid, I didn't want to move. Instead, I waited to see what happened next. About a 30 seconds after he passed by the door I heard the faucet in the bathroom turn on. I waited about 20 seconds before I jumped out of the bed and sprinted down the hall, into my father's room, and I jumped on his bed, literally. He woke up very upset and asked what was going on.
I told him I saw a ghost, but he didn't believe me; instead it made him very furious. He doesn't believe in ghosts. I buried myself under the covers and fell asleep next to my dad. I woke up the next day and told my brothers and sisters, but they just laughed at me. It was actually funny, because when they asked me to describe the ghost; I told them he kind of looked like Danny Devito.
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